Joy is a subtle elf; I think one's happiest when he forgets himself. Cyril Tourneur More Quotes by Cyril Tourneur More Quotes From Cyril Tourneur When the bad bleeds, then is the tragedy good. Cyril Tourneur tragedy Most women have small waists the world throughout, But their desires are thousand miles about. Cyril Tourneur women desire world I shine in tears like the sun in April. Cyril Tourneur tears shining sun Joy's a subtle elf, I think man's happiest when he forgets himself. Cyril Tourneur joy forget thinking A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em, Cyril Tourneur damnation suffering running Since, by your greatness, you Cyril Tourneur greatness clouds men
